Alyce In the Wonderland of Lust

Alyce In the Wonderland of Lust
Alyce reclined against the her favorite tree on campus. It was a relatively warm day with a pleasant cool breeze. It was enough to remind her that spring break was only a week away. With midterms coming up, she barely had time for herself. It seemed that studying had become her new social past time.

Majoring in English, Alyce got to combine her favorite hobby and school work, but sometimes she wanted to read something other than the classics. Sighing, she began to study the pages of her latest assignment: “Alice in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll.

With her mind drifting, she idly examined the root she was sitting on. Having sat at this same tree on the same root every day for the last 3 years, she knew every bump on it. Today, something was different.

Picking at the new growth, Alyce wondered how something like that could appear so quickly. Hell! It was not there yesterday. About the size of a door knob, the new growth was smooth, not rough, like bark should be.

“What is this?” she mumbled.

Wrapping her hand around the knob like growth, she twisted. In retrospect, she should have not done that. As soon as she turned the stable looking knob, the root she was sitting on opened and down she went.

Screeching, as she fell downward, Alyce frantically grabbing at anything and everything she could. Although there was nothing to hold on to, she continued to reach out into the darkness.

“OK! OK! OK! I have got to settle down,” she said to herself, “I am falling, but something doesn’t feel right.”

Surveying her surroundings, she noted that she was, indeed, falling, but it was more like floating. Her panic lessened somewhat, and she looked into the darkness. Realizing that the darkness was not as dark as she thought, she concentrated and was able to make out various things floating with her.

Relaxing, she looked around.

“What the hell is going on?” she asked, again.

After about what felt like 10 minutes, Alyce began to pick up speed. She could feel the wind passing her quicker now.

“Uh oh!” she said.

The quicker she fell the more the wind began to manipulate her. Soon, she was falling at a blinding speed, and the wind flipped and turned her, like a rag doll. It seemed like the wind had formed hands, and the more it flipped her around the looser her clothes became.

While she was upside down, the windy hands slipped her shorts right off her body! As quickly as that was finished, the wind flipped her right side up and off her top went. Flipping and flopping, upside down and right side up, and sideways, she went, until all at once, she stopped. Floating gracefully down to a patch of grass in a green forest, she looked around at the very strange and unfamiliar surroundings.

“What the FUCK!” she exclaimed, “Where in holy hell am I, and what just happened?”

Looking down at herself, she tried to figure out why she was sitting here in her pink, lacy bra and simple, pink, cotton panties. She searched all around herself and could not find them. In her searching, she did find some clothes, but oh my God, she would never where clothes like that.

Suddenly the temperature dropped in the forest, it was like the forest was forcing her to put those damn, slutty clothes on. Sighing, she slipped on the thigh high, white hose with the big bow at the top. Strapping on the 6 inch, black patent leather, platform stripper heels, she thought, “Now, how in the hell am I supposed to walk in these?”

Standing up, she slipped skin tight, blue mini dress over her head. Looking down, she noticed that her breasts were on display! The dress was cut so low that the top of her bra, well the top half of her bra, was showing. This damn dress showed more than it covered.

Sighing again, she leaned against a tree that was surrounded by a bunch of blue flower, with long stamens poking up from their centers, and cascades of long, graceful, green ivy. So confused with what was happening, she pushed off the tree and went to follow the path leading away from the tree and into the woods.

As she was about to take her first step, the ivy came to life. Wrapping around her ankles and upper arms, it pulled her back to the tree trunk. Alyce began to struggle wildly. All the pulling and tugging only made the ivy wrap tighter. Once the ivy had her securely bound, it pulled her legs apart and her arms back.

“Oh my God! What is happening?” Alyce screamed.

The blue flowers came to life at that time. They wiggled up her thighs, tickling as they went. Once they reached her upper thighs, she could feel their long, furry stamens tickling her crotch. Although terrified, the tickling began to affect her.

Alyce’s struggles lessened, as the wiggling stamens continued to work themselves up and into her panties. Her panties were soaked, and as she dropped her head back onto the truck, she, slowly, began to pump her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against the maddening, little stamen.

More little stamens began to wrap themselves around her panties. Soon, there were so many that they ripped the sides apart and dropped her panties to the floor of the forest. Apparently, the forest was picky about what was worn and had it’s standards.

After a couple of more flicks across her now bare pussy, the little stamens moved to her bra.

“What? You don’t like my bra, either?” she called out. The stamens ripped the cups out of her bra, leaving her under wire in place.

“Great. Now, I have boobs on a half shell,” she mused.

The ivy released her and retracted back into itself, motionless. She looked back at it and thought about how she was now truly dressed as a slut. Tentatively, she took a step forward, half fearing and half wanting the ivy to yank her back, again.

When they didn’t, she proceeded down the path. It was a little odd. She could feel her pussy lips rubbing together, as she walked. The friction felt so good. She had never been without panties before, and it was a bit exciting.

“Damn those flowers! I wish once people…er…flowers…ah…whatever would finish something, once they started something,” she growled, “God! I want to cum.”

“There is no one here. No one would know,” she said, aloud.

Sitting down on a rather large mushroom, she leaned back and braced her feet against the surface of the toad stool. Pulling her dress up to her waist, she ran her hands over her lower belly, brushing them over her bare pussy lips. Rubbing her fingers in a circular motion over her outer lips, she slowly pushed down on her closed lips putting pressure on her clit.

Moaning, she began to rub faster. A cool breeze brushed over her, as she rubbed harder. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the vivid blue sky. Using both hands, she spread her lightly furred pussy lips, exposing her moist, pink flesh. Dipping her middle finger into her overflowing well of moisture, she could feel the tight walls of her pussy contract around her finger.

Slowly moving her finger in and out, Alyce began to fuck her own finger. Clenching her eyes shut, she inserted another finger inside herself, tickling her sweet spot deep inside her pussy. Using her thumb, she flicked her swollen nub.

Her juices dripped out of her and flowed down her fingers. Her pussy was so wet, and she could hear wet squishing sounds, as she frigged her own pussy. She was so close. She could feel the spasms starting in her thighs and ass.

Her fingers worked her pussy faster, and she was gasping loudly. Pushing up with her heels, she let the waves flow over her. This was a hard one, and it seemed to last forever. As the peak ebbed, Alyce relaxed her body down onto the soft toad stool. Pulling her fingers from her drenched pussy, she rested her hand on her swollen, outer lips.

Smiling contentedly, she opened her eyes again and let out a blood curdling shriek, as she stared into a pair of startling green eyes. Leaping off the mushroom, she, hurriedly, righted her clothes. With burning cheeks, her baby blues stared into a pair of eyes that seemed very focused, but not all there.

The funny thing was that was all she could notice right then. Shaking her head, she watched as the rest of a insanely attractive man materialize. From the top of his jet black hair to the bottom of his sculpted body, he was perfect! That was until you looked into his eyes. It was in them that you noticed that he was not all there!

“Who are you?” she asked, a bit scared of him, but immensely happy to see another person.

“Who do you want me to be? I could be him or him or you or him,” he sang.

“Wonderful! The first person I see here in this freaky place, and he is nuts,” Alyce thought to herself.

“Ok. I’ll play. I want you to be a person that can and will help me figure out where ‘here’ is,” she told him.

“Here is always here, and here only matters when it is the place you want to be. So, sweet Alyce, is this the place you want to be?” he drawled.

“No, Dammit! I want to be home. I don’t know where I am now, so I don’t know how to get home,” she yelled.

Alyce was starting to lose her temper. This incredibly fine man was either a total idiot or playing games. She hated games!

“Home is where the heart is, I always say! Are we friends? I only assist friends,” he giggled.

“Would you assist me, if I was your friend?” she asked.

“I would be your friend, if you let me lick your fingers. I want to taste your juice. After all, you are wasting it by not sharing,” he said, with all giggling and playfulness gone.

“What…Were….Were you watching…me?” Alyce stammered.

“Of course. I am always watching you. I will be watching you all the way through your trip and, even, after you go home,” he said.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. The tension was thick, and staring at him was like touching your tongue to the end of a battery. Alyce realized that the only way for her to find her way home was to do as he asked.

A slightly psychotic smile touched his lips, as she raised her hand to him. He took her hand, the very same hand that had worked her pussy so brilliantly, and brought it to his face. Rubbing his face all over her palm and wrist, he brought her fingers to his nose and inhaled the sweet, although pungent, aroma of her pussy.

“Mmm…so sweet. I bet they taste as sweet as they smell,” he said, as he inhaled deeper.

He rubbed his nose up and down her fingers, touching her fingers randomly with his tongue. As odd as this seemed, Alyce could not focus on anything, but how wet her pussy was getting…again.

When he took her middle finger into his mouth and sucked all the way down to the knuckle, Alyce let out a little, involuntary moan. He sucked her finger like she would have sucked his cock, and right now, she would have given her left nipple to suck his cock. She could feel his tongue swirling around her digit, licking off her juice.

He paid attention to each finger that had been in her pussy, moaning appreciatively. By the time he had finished his oral administrations, she was soaking wet and could feel her juices welling up, wanting to burst out from between those swollen lips.

“Follow the path. Talk to everyone. Each one will lead you to the next. I will see you on the way…” he said, fading before her eyes.

Once he was gone, Alyce looked around her surroundings.

“Alone, again. And, I don’t even know who he was,” she cried out, frustrated.

“By the way, I am Chet Shire. I am one cool cat. If you get lost, call out to me. I am always here, even if you can’t see me,” his disembodied voice said, with an echo. Then, it faded away.

“So, I guess I follow the path, then,” she said.

Alyce peered out into the forest. The path led deeper into the woods. With a sigh, she followed it. The view was astounding. The atmosphere so peaceful, and the walk was pleasant. It was until she came upon a very rowdy pair of guys.

Posturing and puffing up, these two men danced around each other, as if trying to one up each other. Pushing and shoving each other, but causing no harm, they showed no indication of noticing her.

“Excuse me!” she called, “Hey…excuse me. Can you help me?”

They stopped their dance and turned to look at her questioningly, as if they were unused to seeing another person. Unable to stand still long enough to talk to her, they bounced back and forth, punching at the air.

“What can we do…to…Hey, who is the strongest?” the blonde one called out.

“Yeah! Is the any assistance…who would win?” the brunette said.

“Christ! First, a sexy psychotic and now, a pair of dumb asses,” she thought, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I am Alyce, and I need to get home. Will you help me?” she said, dejectedly.

“I am Tom Dee, and this is my friend and blood brother, Tim Dum,” the blonde said.

“That’s Dum, with a long ‘u’,” Tim piped in.

After the introductions, the guys went back to their mock fight. It was like they had forgotten that they were talking. Alyce watched in amazement. She had never experienced anyone so absentminded. It was almost funny. Hell, it would have been funny, if it wasn’t happening to her.

“Hey! HEY! Remember me?” she called out.

“Oh yeah! We can help,” Tim said.

“Yes, Yes, we can help, alright,” Tom said, “We can help for a price, that is.”

“Of course, and what would that price be?” Alyce inquired.

“Well…since you have no more of that sweet nectar on your fingers, we want to make some more,” Tom said, no longer moving.

Tim looked directly at her, and added, “He wants the juice. I want you to taste my juice.”

“So…you want to lick my pussy, and you want me to suck your cock. If I do this, what does it earn me?” she asked.

“The next direction of the path,” they said, together.

“Fine,” Alyce said.

Although she used her pissy voice, she was secretly excited. This was one of her secret fantasies. She laughed. Tom would not have to lick that much, because he was going to be drenched in her pussy juices. She was already so wet, right now.

The guys grinned. They led her to a fallen log and laid her down on it, gently. Tim positioned himself at the left side of her head. Turning her head to face him, he rubbed his cock over her lips and chin. The skin was so soft. His velvety head probed her lips, leaving a slick trail.

At the same time, Tom spread her legs and spared no time diving between her legs. He must have had a tongue 6 inches long. He licked and poked her clit with his wonderful tongue. Sucking her sweet nub into his mouth, he rolled it between his teeth. Gently gnawing and sucking, he made her clit grow even more.

“Oh Fuck! I am in heaven. This is one of the best pussy lickings I have ever had, and this cock…shit!” Alyce thought.

Scooting to the edge of the log, Alyce let her head drop down, making a straight path down her throat. Tim groaned, as he slowly fucked her throat. With her head dropped back the way it was, it was too easy to slide past her hard palate and into the soft part of her neck.